***Revenge had replaced grief as his newest all-consuming obsession. Roger could simply not be allowed to get away with what he did. He deserved punis...ment, and Bill would be the one to deliver it. Roger needed to know what it felt like to be humiliated. He needed to suffer loss as Bill had. He deserved to lose his wife, his house, his k**s, and his beloved car. Everything that mattered to him needed to be ripped away from him.It took several days for Bill to devise a plan. It took several more. His cock was shortand fat, better made for sucking than for fucking, but his hands andmouth were talented, so we got along. Things got interested when I foundout that Doug had a lipstick in his pocket.I wrote down the brand name and type and was off to see Pierre. I wantedhim to find the right shades for me in that exact kind of lipstick.Pierre was more than equal to the job. He added mascara and a littlewell-placed concealer. We both agreed that I didn't need much makeup,but this was a. ? Gregg was rummaging around in a pile of playing cards trying to work out what had gone wrong. ?Look you can’t go. What about the show???If you think I’m standing on stage while you lose rabbits in hats, turn water into water, or fail to find the flags of all nations in a hollow tube then you’ve got another think coming.? By now Samantha had knotted the scarf around her neck to hide the two hopeful hickeys that Gregg had managed to inflict before she’d insisted they get on with rehearsing.. As they were in the romantic warm kiss his hands wandered to her breasts. She let him caress the padded bra that she wore and her hand boldly moved down to his leg, up his thigh and to his rigid manhood. She gasped at its size and girth. She had been used to a normal length and thickness but she was not prepared for this. As her hand playfully moved up and down its length she estimated that the length had to be more than 10 inches and the thickness much larger than her hand could grasp.